Gigi is in the hospital. First report was that she'd fallen, which is significant enough at 94, but also that she was also only semi-conscious. She'd fallen a couple months ago without breaking anything but was taking a long time to heal. I don't know if it was because this was her second fall, the words semi-conscious, or knowing we were overdue for a visit but I put on my out of office greetings and told the boss I was going California.
Never have I been so grateful for Matt's flight benefits. I drove home, threw god knows what into a bag and was at the airport with nary a thought. My sister called from the hospital mid-process and said it wasn't just a fall, she had an aneurysm and bleeding in her brain. Apparently it's a LITTLE aneurysm and brain bleed, as these things go, and she has improved, is talking & answering questions appropriately, but I'm sitting next to her in ICU right now and... well, she's in ICU and apparently has a DNR. A fractured hip would have been better. I don't even know what to say about the DNR.
I've spent time in the NICU, PICU, and now the ICU, watching people I love sleep with one eye and their heart rate monitors with the other. Not exactly a trifecta of awesomeness but we are very very fortunate - fortunate she's getting good care, that I was able to come here to be with her without pawning my car for a plane ticket, and that our family, for all its warts & blow ups, rallies when it matters.
We're also apparently damn lucky she's here at all. She was on the phone with her bank when they heard a sudden clatter. Instead of hanging up a probable dropped call, they called 911. Her neighbor rode with her in the ambulance and knew to call my dad. Much as I don't like most of them much of the time, people matter.
If y'all have been reading along, you'll know I'm not religious and wouldn't know a prayer from a telegram (I'm going to hell for sure) but if you want to send some warm healing thoughts out into the universe, I wouldn't mind. This blog exists because Gigi got a computer one Christmas and it was easier to post her great-grandchildren's pictures on line, then to print & ship. Laziness, the seed of every great idea.